cannot
i can't laugh
i can't cry
i can't eat
i can't starve
i can't sleep
i can't awaken
i can't live
i can't die
my head is my prison cell
my paper
you burn
my paper
not seeing
the fingerprints
and eraser bits
and ash
but instead
seeing the crook
in the corner
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
